The Lost Art Of Seduction Poem by James Browning Kepple

I lost you there at the mini cooper and laundromat
I asked did you want to sit on the machine?
you say nah I'm just trying to get home
take care of my girl

shes a little old for that,
and this pbr is getting kinda of warm,
why dont you kiss me again,
I lost the art of seduction she says

and now were sexting,
and I instruct her to vibrate her self
w/each sms, like my side burns
on her thigh I text

I tell her I'm hungry
ask, or is that to caveman